Comments about dhanya vijayan
It had dropped from my hands to the floor
by making signs of its past existence
The incomplete faceless forms arise
A unicorn, a one eyed ox, the heaven
a crippled woman, a stooping man
They seek their past
The one which they had identity
The one which never betrayed or never forced to hide.
one which always give shape to their dreams and tears
It had broken
I took it back but my pen was shattered
It will never give life to anyone
It is barren....